The Big City

Yesterday was Perugia day, and I remembered why I love the small hill towns so much.  After a later than normal start in an attempt to miss the notorious Perugia traffic jams, I landed in the middle of one, two or three of then.  As a cross roads of the Italian version of Interstate highways, construction can bring things to a standstill.  When the construction closes two major tunnels which carry the load into the city, it becomes a parking lot.

The National Gallery of Umbra and the National Archaeological Museum of Umbria are here, however, and it makes the wait worthwhile.  For the rest of the day, I set aside some time to work on pictures.  You can only traipse around with your camera so long before the backlog catches up.

Today it is the hill town of Spello, and possibly another hill town up north.  Now it's time to get a load of wash done.  Don't want to be a dirty tourist.  I'd like to say I'm going down to the river to beat my underwear on a rock, but the apartment has a very modern washing room to be shared by the guests.  OOOOPs, stepped out the door to do the wash, and we have another dense fog morning.  It looks like I'll finish my washing (and hanging on a rack to dry) before going to Spello.  1 hour later:  My whites are whiter, my colors brighter..............  It must be the Tide! (or whatever that stuff in the big box was called.)

I have a feeling that just touching this old olive-picking ladder might send it crashing to the ground. Or..........., maybe it's holding up the wall.